Sidenote: My Meyers-Briggs type is ENFP according to the personality test VCU made me take...scarily accurate, and my perceiving score, or the P of the ENFP (aka the thing that represents my inability to plan or be organized and instead just go with it) was so high I got called out in class as an example. Sorry for all of my friends who are J's and like solid planning. And organization. That too.
A few starting statements:
1) Sometimes, this blog will be about my life.
2) Sometimes, this blog will be about whatever happens to be going through my head that day...this can include anything from provoking thoughts to things I've written about in my personal journal to philosophical jumbles that occasionally spew from my mouth (or hands, in this case).
3) I will try and keep those interested in reading posted with updates about med school, adventures, and my personal life (warning: my personal life won't excite you because it essentially exists of studying, sleeping, eating, gym-ing, and showering for right now)
4) Occasionally, if I take them, there will be photos!
5) It's my goal to update this thing once a week. Bear with me as med school calls and I barely have time to faceplant into my pillow at night because it's bound to happen...especially with pharmacology -cue whimpering and fearful sounds-
OKAY! So let's get started. What is it that I want to talk about today?
How about this: I'll start out with a quick update about life.
For those of you just joining this adventure of mine, I started medical school at the VCU SOM back in August (and for those of you REALLY just starting, it has been my dream to go to medical school since I was 15 after shadowing Dr. Brown for the first time as a high school sophomore). Most of my time is spent in what I like to call my textbook cave...which is really just my laptop and a binder and condensed notes spread out over my tiny desk, but that's okay. So far, I really like the school. I made a really solid group of friends back in June when I was here for the prematriculation program, and I'm really thankful for that. I've met incredibly awesome people so far--and yes, we do go have fun sometimes!
Oh, oh, I passed my first exam too. Considering I didn't do so well in the prematriculation program, that was a big deal for me. Most of you who know me know that I am unbelievably thankful for all of my experiences at Roanoke College and I wouldn't trade it for anything in this world, but, multiple choice tests aren't my thing...especially after having all short answer and essay questions for four years. I know my stuff and I know how to apply and see the big picture...buuuttt, regurgitation and choosing A, B, C or D really aren't my forte. I know that sounds strange, but hey, that's my life.
Things I'm good at: big picture (as I mentioned), tying things together, and patient skills. I love interviewing, probably because Dr. Brown decided to scare the crap out of college freshman Marguerite and throw her into patients rooms by herself and made her conduct interviews...and, occasionally, attempt to make Dxs. I love it!
Don't get me wrong, most of the time I think that I can do it. However, I have moments when I genuinely think that VCU picked the wrong file to choose for admittance back in February and I have the mild spaz attack of "I can't regurgitate I should've gone to grad school." I can tell you though that I have caved and started looking at grad school programs in one of said spaz attacks...and, well, it didn't feel right. Do I want to do research here? Yes, I would love to IF I don't get the latin american outreach trip that I want this summer. I think there's something else that I need, some other piece other than being just a physician...whatever that piece is. Sometimes I think it's being an environmental advocate, sometimes I think it's doing research on top of clinic, sometimes I think it's trying to barge into congress and tell them they're not doctors and they don't know what the hell they're talking about in terms of healthcare. Other times I think that my "extra" calling at that point of my life will be my bed as I'm a month into first year and I'm already pretty exhausted. We'll see, life's a journey...so why should this be any different? I'm slowly learning the only way to conquer challenges is by stopping the "I can't" bullshit and just doing it, even if it means faceplanting into the ground sometimes. I'll learn how not to faceplant next time (or, at least, I hope so).
Hmmm...Richmond. Richmond is cool, much different from the big bad worlds of Covington and Roanoke...I love the diversity, and the food here (and beer...Sam Smith's Organic Chocolate Stout is at one of my favorite bars!) is excellent. I love the culture and the opportunities to experience it--let's be real, the flower child's favorite thing is diversity. However, this flower child's other favorite thing is nature and there's really none of that here. I miss my mountains. I miss hiking terribly. I need some nature therapy ASAP, and maybe some horse therapy when I can fit it in. I'm looking forward to escaping the concrete jungle and getting lost in the forest.
Okay, eventually, I'll write more. But as of right now, I have a date with genetics that I'm late for (sorry, bae).
Take home message: ultreia. I'm focusing on what I can do in the here and now, learning from the past, and trying to be as positive as I can about the future. I've tried to stop the whole complaining thing too, because the way I see it...I'm just gonna complain about being tired for the rest of my life, and well, that gets redundant. No one likes redundancy, or bitching.
Toodaloo, ta-ta for now!
Marguerite
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